Our farming season officially kicked off on March 3rd this year.
Earlier than ever with the help of 2 hoophouses we constructed late last spring.
But for 12 glorious days before that, Mark and I joined my family in Hawaii for a bit of rest and reconnection
We traveled the bumpiest road ever up the slopes of Mauna Kea. Viewed the sunset, froze our butts off and spied more stars than we’ve ever seen.
We slept in, a lot, spent quiet mornings with gekkos. Marveled at signs you’d never find in Colorado and made tropical cocktails with “falling fruit”.
We saw new earth being formed at Hawaii Volcanoes National Park and traveled through history witnessing ecological succession throughout the landscape, depending on where the lava flowed last.
We visited Hawaii Tropical Botanical Gardens and I fell in love with the unfurling of ferns and monkey pod trees. When Mark noticed I’d gone missing, stuck photographing something of wonder, he waited patiently, as he’s done for so many years.
We caught up with family, met new friends and most of all soaked up warmth and sleep and stillness so we could come back and give our all to one more season of growth and wonder in our own little piece of paradise.
